Thursday, 17 May 2012

Visible Cities

The ones right in front of you, for instance. City of trees cut down this year.  City of red cars. Cities roped off so the deer and elk won't eat them.
A day of snow and cloud becomes bright. Those low clouds, which by morning had sent all poets to love poems, now strayed. The hundred-footers wave to themselves. Not hot but it'll do.

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